The Blues

The Blues I’ve been by the river With dirty, old shoes Ain’t no swimmer I done got the blues Tired of black, purple hues Toss me a wave And a whistle, too Mold me into a tortoise shell Give me some water for my empty well Come on sugar I ain’t talking to myself Slow down Slow down You’re getting ahead of yourself Pulled down Pulled down I have had enough I ain’t scared of you Days done passed and gone Give me your heart, love And I’ll give you a piece of my mind So cold So cold Shivering down to the bone Go on Go on To your chamber place It’s a long road Long road Down this dreary place Watch out Watch out Galloping horses down that way Don’t you fall on your face and get mud on it Marckincia Jean Narrative 10/06/19